… I’m sick. Damned sick. And when I am sick and miserable spreading cheer in the form of snide sarcasm makes me feel better. So here is a little Lenten “cheer” for you, kind readers. A Lenten Penance. h/t Sooner Scotty. So blame him, not me. Read more

… on top of all else, I got a staph infection from donating blood. If I don’t lose my arm, regularly scheduled blogging should continue sometime this week. Yup. It’s Lent. Read more

… a portrait of the artist’s sister dressed as a nun. Read more

… but please, don’t let that keep you from presuming I am implying a personal slight directed specifically at you. You may direct your righteous indignation to me in the comment box. Read more

… The Boy made his first reconciliation yesterday evening. His little faced was beaming when he received absolution. In fact, all the children there practically skipped back to their pew to do penance. It reminded me of my first reconciliation… the jitters and nerves and the absolute feeling of joy at hearing the words “I absolve you.” There were a couple of light hearted moments last night, like my son’s fear that the priest would wash his mouth out with... Read more

… I would allow a special dispensation permitting those not in a state of grace to bring a bucket of fried chicken to mass, since the rules of fasting would not apply. Read more

… I acquired a new musical instrument, the accordion. I bought it from a church some months ago. Why this particular parish had an accordion in their possession, who knows. But I suppose it’s a good thing they sold it. The Church just isn’t ready for a Polka Mass. My new purchases pleases me. It provides another source for making small boys and cats flee the house in terror to escape the hellish sounds within. Read more

… you unintentionally paint each room of your new home a different color corresponding with the liturgical seasons of the Church. Read more

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… or why I won’t be a den leader. Our little Scout pack is finally starting to take off and we are getting new boys at every meeting. Some of the father’s who are den leaders now are moving up with their sons when they cross over to Boy Scouts next year. That leaves a few dens without leaders for next year. On several occasions I have been asked to fill in one of these spots. Each time I decline... Read more